The Saga Begins

Whiskers and Lace of Sagacious Grace

In a quaint old house with whiskers and lace,
Lived a cat with eyes of sagacious grace.
Among book-lined walls and sunlit beams,
She wandered through dreams and silent schemes.

With whiskers twitching, she sensed the air,
Whispering secrets, beyond compare.
A sage in fur with a knowing glance,
In twilight hours, she'd softly dance.

Through cobwebbed corners and moonlit nights,
She'd prowl with wisdom, silent delights.
Her whiskers like threads of silver spun,
In realms of mystery, she'd often run.

Oh, cat of lace and sagacious lore,
In your presence, we find peace restored.
With each gentle purr and silent trace,
You weave tales of wisdom of whiskers and lace.